The moving thing was fun at first. It got old after the 3rd move, I was done then. We didn’t move around as much as you did. Averaged a move every 3.5 years.
You would have just loved my childhood ..
I took my first long distance trip at six months of age when my great-grandmother took me to Los Angeles on the train from Ft. Ord, so my mom could deliver my little brother four months later.
Not long after my brother was born, we headed off to Japan to be re-united with my dad. Over the next three years we lived there, we moved a couple more times while my two other brothers were born.
We headed back to Ft. Ord just long enough for my sister to be born, then headed off to Ft. Benning, Georgia for a year, before returning to California for another round of house moves.
At that point, I was seven years old, and we were only getting started. It didn't stop until I was fourteen. What a whirlwind.